Obviously I’m kidding. I’d probably hatch some diabolical plan with my friends to steal all the final exams, get to the school to do it and find out that I was the only one who was serious, decide to try and do it anyway, screw up abysmally and ultimately get an F in all my courses so as to have to retake them all next semester.
I know that J wishes I would so he could laugh at me maniacally and scream “who is the stupid one now? Squee!” The squee thing is a private joke so anybody else who reads this (which there probably isn’t anybody else who reads this), don’t even worry about it, although his girlfriend might get it.
Otherwise I have very little to write about. Mostly I’m just in the writing center being bored. Maybe I’ll start working on that plan to steal all the final exams next.